Izuku "Deku" Midoriya (
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deercountry2022-01-04 02:53 pm
[open] Oh the weather outside is weather
Who: Izuku "DEKU DON'T" Midoriya and YOU. Featuring a Warmblood who will, per this month's effects, influence you to be your best self... whatever that may mean.
What: Catchall log with: a snowball fight, fishing Paul out of a collapsed basement, giving mushrooms to Illarion, event things. Event plotting comment.
When: January
Where: A park. Abandoned basement. The Red.
Content Warnings: fantasy violence against a snake-shaped rock monster, panic attack, teens in danger. Mention of: being kidnapped, child abuse and/or neglect. More TBD in comments below.
Open prompts:
Snowball Fight!
Wallflower Time (Snake Den at The Red) (Event)
Taking Note (Snake Den at The Red) (Event)
What: Catchall log with: a snowball fight, fishing Paul out of a collapsed basement, giving mushrooms to Illarion, event things. Event plotting comment.
When: January
Where: A park. Abandoned basement. The Red.
Content Warnings: fantasy violence against a snake-shaped rock monster, panic attack, teens in danger. Mention of: being kidnapped, child abuse and/or neglect. More TBD in comments below.
Open prompts:
Snowball Fight!
Wallflower Time (Snake Den at The Red) (Event)
Taking Note (Snake Den at The Red) (Event)

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Guess he's going to school. He's put it off long enough. It's January, not too late to jump in. He can just take a class or two while balancing his work. He's done that before, though in different proportions. Midoriya has a vague understanding that the School of Mutter runs more like a local college than anything strictly abiding by education standards set by bureaucrats, so there's no pressure to graduate by a certain time.
"Thank you, but I can get my own supplies. There are these notebooks I like..."
Japanese kids are taught to be fairly self-sufficient, and it would be easier for him to just pick out his own things.
"Actually, this might be a weird question, but..." he frowns, concentrating, "you can help with my English?"
It's English, albeit with a strong accent, and he's mixed up the word order.
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"Ohβ of course, I'd love to." English lessons are certainly something she can do.
"Maybe you can teach me some of your language, too. It sounds like a good idea to learn as much as possible, here." Rose smiles again, adjusting her clutch in her grasp. She really knows so little about him; their first encounter hardly allowed for such things, and this is a good opportunity to get to know the young man who so bravely saved her once before.
"Which city are you from? What's it like there?"
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"You wouldn't have to do much," he says, switching back to Japanese in his excitement. "I'd just try speaking to you in English, and you'd correct me. I might text you questions about English sayings too. I'm teaching a friend Japanese already, so I'll copy those notes for you."
His hands are even miming writing things down. He's a nerd, no doubt about it.
"I'm from Musutafu*, Shizuoka Prefecture. We've got highrises and a beach. That used to be a huge trash dump, but I cleaned it up. I used to go there every day to train..."
He trails off, eyes drifting away. He misses home.
*Several place names are fake and inspired by Star Wars because the creator is a fan lol.
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"Sure, and you can text me English words any time! It sounds like a lot of fun. And I need to actually learn how to use this Omni thing more."
She's genuinely looking forward to it, not only helping him out but also learning something in return.
"You cleaned it up? Wow, that's..... amazing, Deku," she praises softly, smile softening out into a gentle frown at the way he trails off. He doesn't have to voice it; it's obvious he misses his home. Of course he would.
"When it warms up around here, maybe you can train some more at the beach. It seems like it'd be a nice place when it's not all covered in snow."
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"And I'll help you with the Omni," he promises with the confidence of a tech-savvy teen who, back home, checked the hero news every day and regularly scrolled through obscure fan theories about All Might, his celebrity idol, mentor, and--though neither of them said it in words--something like a parent.
"You, um, remind me of my mom, Rose-san. She's really nice."
He wouldn't say that to just anyone. He might not say it to someone at all, even if he thought it, because it brings a painful bittersweetness to his small smile and the way he ducks his head self-consciously. He caused his mom a lot of worry, even before he got his superpower. Getting beat up at school when he was younger and coming home with bruises because he couldn't leave well enough alone... He had to be a hero. Now he's at that in-between age where he feels like he has to do something to put her worries to rest. The child comforting the mother, instead of the other way around.
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Mom. That word's always been one that affected her in a particular way, in truth. Ever since she was so young and lost her own. Ever since she knew that more than anything else, she wanted to become a mother. Ever since she knew from the moment she laid eyes on Sharon, that she was hers.
It's the source of her deepest loss and her greatest fulfillment; Mom. Such a simple word, but to hear it voiced aloud in this context, that she reminds him of his own... it touches her in that deep place. Rose feels staggered by it, but gently, gently.
"Thank you. That makes meβ very happy to hear." The words come out a little strained, but it's only because they mean a lot to her. And then, expression melting, a sorrow trickling in, one she's been carrying all this time, and now she's in the face of this sweet boy and she hates what he's knownβ
"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. Back there, at the..." The farm. She can't say what it was aloud. He's not a little child, but she still can't say it in front of him. Still feels some need to protect him from nightmarish words, even if he'd lived that nightmare.
"I'm so sorry."
WAILS. Rose!! ;n; Just gonna tie this thread off
He knows what to do. It's what he's done ever since he was a small child and first learned the concept of someone else hurting for him. He wants to make that hurt disappear, even if he has to hide his own.
He smiles gently.
"It's all right."
In a way, it is what he always tries to do: protect people. So he forgets his usual reservations, as he usually does when this instinct of his is pressed on. He reaches out and gives her hand the gentlest squeeze with his, scarred as it always has been, but uninjured and whole.
"I'm fine."